The Assistant and the Goddess (Patreon)

“I know that, technically, I’m your assistant,” she said, her voice smooth yet firm, echoing through the office. She towered over the desk, her red skirt hugging her impossibly muscular legs, her shirt strained to its limits against her powerful chest. The sunlight streaming through the window only amplified her commanding presence.

Her lips curled into a knowing smirk as she crossed her arms, her biceps bulging with effortless power. “But let’s be clear,” she continued, leaning forward slightly, her piercing gaze locking onto yours. “I’m not your assistant. I’m your boss. In fact, I’m more than that—I’m your goddess.”

You swallowed hard, your throat suddenly dry as her words sank in. The room felt smaller, her presence consuming every inch of the space and your attention.

“You will address me as Mistress,” she commanded, her voice steady, leaving no room for argument. “And you will only speak when I allow you to. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, unable to form a coherent response. She tilted her head, her smirk deepening as she saw the effect she had on you. “Good,” she said, straightening up to her full, imposing height. “Because from this moment on, I will consume every thought in that tiny head of yours. Every decision, every moment, will revolve around me.”

She turned, walking to her desk with deliberate grace, her heels clicking against the floor like a metronome of dominance. As she sat, her eyes met yours once more. “Now, let’s see if you can keep up,” she said with a sly smile, her presence already controlling your every thought.